Chapter 108 Who says latecomers can’t compete?

Song Suiyang spent the afternoon unfocused on work, typing away in various chat groups. Tong Zhongyuan's behavior at noon had been outrageous. Everyone, knowing he was in the restoration department, came to her to ask questions. They speculated whether Tong Zhongyuan would stay at the Shanghai Museum for love, or whether Tang Zhixu would leave for England. As she discussed this, she would occasionally glance at Tong Zhongyuan. He had gone out once that afternoon and returned looking unwell. He was also unfocused, processing documents on his computer.

Tong Zhongyuan clicked his mouse aimlessly. He thought he was being rational, but in reality, he was acting on impulse. He shouldn't have provoked Tang Zhixu; it was too childish. But, regarding the gilded plate, did Qin Tian think he was incompetent? So he needed to discuss this with Tang Zhixu.

He thought a lot after calming down for the past two days. She did nothing wrong, her mistake was that she didn't fall in love with him. It was the frustration that made him angry and embarrassed, so he left her at Disney and went back by himself. He was wrong, he should have let that night have a beautiful ending and remain in her memory forever. Yesterday he recalled every little thing since Niya, what she said, her eyes, her blushing, her concern, her nervousness. He was still sure that it was not that she had no feelings for him, but that she still had a long way to go to reach the level he wanted. As for her feelings for Tang Zhixu, although they were closer, she didn't necessarily like him more. It didn't matter who she liked more now, not to mention that she didn't have a boyfriend, even if she had a boyfriend, so what... He liked her and only wanted to be with her. He already had her in his imagination of the future. His feelings for her had not changed, nor had his determination. The only thing that had changed was his plan.

Song Suiyang was busy answering questions from a little girl in the carving department.

"Honey, it wasn't Teacher Tong who took the initiative. We're not sure whether Teacher Tong truly loves Teacher Tang. Let's just say, Teacher Tong isn't necessarily gay, so don't be too sad."

She copied and pasted this sentence into three dialog boxes. At this time, the university classmates group lit up, and her hand trembled, and she copied it into the group, but fortunately she didn't send it out.

The person who sent the message in the group was actually the class beauty who always pretended to be aloof, and she even specifically @ed Song Suiyang.

"What will the temperature be like in Shanghai next month? How thick should I wear?"

Song Suiyang was baffled. She must be having a fit. She wasn't the weather forecaster, so why was he asking her? And with so many Shanghai students in the group, why didn't she ask others?

"Dear, I suggest you check the weather forecast~" she replied.

"Don't you know?" The class beauty said something incoherent again.

Song Suiyang felt something was amiss. This pretentiousness must have given her some advantage. She remained silent, unwilling to ask.

The beauty waited for a moment, then couldn't hold back any longer. She asked herself, "Your master, Tong Zhongyuan, has agreed to restore the National Museum's national treasure, the Yuan Dynasty blue and white General Meng Tian Spring Vase."

Ming Yuanxing sat behind the large desk with bright eyes and a smile on his face.

"That's right. Xiao Tong came to see me this morning. He agreed to restore the Yuan blue and white porcelain, but there was a condition. He asked the National Museum to transport the Yuan blue and white porcelain to the Shanghai Museum for restoration. I just got the news that the National Museum agreed. But as you know, the release of national treasures requires the approval of the Cultural Heritage Management Committee, and the process will take some time."

Qin Tian lowered his head, his heart in turmoil. Didn't he not want to repair it? Hadn't he already refused? That day he accused her of treating him like a tool, and he was so angry that he threw away the watch she gave him. He was clearly hurt. Why did she agree? Why did she change her mind? Six months, a full six months, he had to stay here. Was it his own will? Qin Tian propped himself up on a chair and stood up, walking out.

"Xiao Qin, there's one more thing," Ming Yuanxing stopped her. "Xiao Tong said he doesn't want to stay in the hotel anymore and plans to rent an apartment. I asked the administration department to help him find a suitable apartment, but I'm afraid he won't tell me if it's not what he wants. You two are good friends, so please keep an eye on this matter and help him. Let me know if you need anything."

Qin Tian walked out of the office and leaned against the hallway for a moment before a sense of reality slowly settled in. He was staying, truly staying. Not in Beijing, not at the National Museum of China, but at the Shanghai Museum. Was it because of her? Why now? Why after she had made her decision? She had already thought it through. Don't mess with her. Don't let her fantasize. Don't give her any glimmer of hope.

Song Suiyang put down his phone and looked back at the restoration table in shock! Tong Zhongyuan had actually agreed. This meant he would have to spend six months restoring Yuan blue and white porcelain, and it would be at the Shanghai Museum! Fortunately, he made such a request, so he didn't lose the Shanghai Museum's style and didn't let the class beauty get too proud. Thanks to Teacher Tong, he was able to get the national treasure out of the museum and travel all the way to Shanghai. But now, no one knew where he was.

Old Li from the cultural relics warehouse took Tong Zhongyuan to the coin storage area. He pushed up his glasses and looked at the coin classification chart in his hand under the light.

"C-17, Room 457. Here."

He pulled out a velvet collection book, flipped through a few pages, paused, and handed it to Tong Zhongyuan.

"He Xiangu holding a large copper coin with flowers. Is this it?"

Tong Zhongyuan thanked him, put on gloves and took the notebook.

A large, jet-black copper coin lay nestled in the blue velvet. It had no rust, and the engravings were unclear along the edges. It was a late Qing or Republican era coin. It wasn't very common, but if you looked, you could probably find it.

He took out his cell phone, took a picture of the front and back of the town coin, and returned the collection book to Lao Li.

As he walked out of the cultural relics warehouse, his cell phone vibrated. He took a few quick steps, exited the warehouse, and answered the call.

"Tong Zhongyuan, what are you doing?" He Wu's voice was filled with annoyance. "Didn't you say you had already rejected the Yuan blue and white porcelain? Why did you change your mind again? Why didn't you discuss it with me? You said six months, and it's six months. Do you have me and your father in your eyes?"

He held his forehead and said, "Is it that serious? Do I need to discuss work matters with you? It's not like I can't come back for half a year. I'll come back for Christmas."

"Is this a work matter? Tell me honestly, why? Do you want to beat me? Or is there something else?"

He paused, thinking of Ming Yuanxing's wise eyes.

"Little boy, can I know the reason? What made you decide to restore Yuan blue and white porcelain?"

“Because the opportunity is rare,” he replied.

"Not really," He Wu said earnestly, "Zhongyuan, this is not your chance. I told you, the Meng Tian General Spring Vase is not easy to deal with. It is not something you can repair now, not even me. I went to see it back then, and it had a large area of ​​missing pieces, which cannot be repaired by plaster. That's why I didn't agree to go to the National Museum to restore it. If you want to win me, it can't be Yuan blue and white porcelain."

“You can match porcelain with porcelain.”

"Impossible, it's a unique piece."

"Find porcelain from the same period to make the cutoff and matching ratio."

"The color of Yuan blue and white porcelain is unique. There is no porcelain with such color in the same period. This is why it is a national treasure. Even if you use coloring, it is impossible to achieve perfect perfection. Zhongyuan, you are still young. Sooner or later, you will surpass me, but not now. You are my son. You have paid more than others to get to where you are today, and the pressure you face is greater than others. No one knows a son better than his mother. I know you are arrogant and proud, and I am the person in the world who least wants to see you fail. Listen to my advice, don't touch Yuan blue and white porcelain, cherish your feathers. It won't affect you if you don't repair it, but you can't repair it well. With your current status, can you bear the consequences?"

Tong Zhongyuan looked back at the warehouse. With his status, could he find another He Xiangu coin?

"The National Museum of China has replied to me and they have agreed to ship the Yuan blue and white porcelain to the Shanghai Museum. I can only restore it."